a good book and an iced coffee is all i need

harmonyyoungs 🌄

Albert Camus, from a letter to María Casares featured in Correspondance, 1944-1959

this old glass bottle is my favourite thing to paint, it captures the light so beautifully

life is good when you listen to jazz and drink decaf

keep a part of yourself reserved for yourself alone and build a relationship with the silence at the heart of your solitude. who you are before that silence is the closest thing you can get to an unobstructed view of yourself. the noisier it is in your head, the further away you are from the middle. take medication if it helps keep the volume down. remain in your body and listen to it. whatever the day disintegrates within you, make some attempt to reintegrate it each night. whatever emotion is shaking you like a rabbit in the jaws of a dog, go limp and wait for the dog to finish before you take action or speak rashly. keep all promises to yourself. eat and sleep and drink as well as you can. figure out what makes the integity of your self worse and quit doing it. show up every day to the job of taking care of yourself. forge close personal bonds with your peers, if you can locate some peers. dance.

August 4, 1924 Journals of Anais Nin 1923-1927 [volume 3]

Lesbia and her Sparrow, (detail), (1907), by Sir Edward John Poynter (1836 – 1919), oil on canvas, 49 cm (19.2 in) x 37 cm (14.5 in), Private Collection

Listening to I’m a Dreamer on loop, on my second cup of tea..

Franz Kafka, Letters to Friends, Family, and Editors

Carol Rifka Brunt, Tell the Wolves I’m Home